Jerome Klapka Jerome

Harris is what you would call a well-made man of about number one size, and looks hard and bony

We never ought to allow our instincts of justice to degenerate into mere vindictiveness

you silly dummy

Confound you, you dunder-headed idiots

Besides the risk they run themselves, they become a danger and an annoyance to every other boat they pass. Going at the pace they do, it is impossible for them to get out of anybody else's way, or for anybody else to get out of theirs

How good one feels when one is full-how satisfied with ourselves and with the world! People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained. One feels so forgiving and generous after a substantial and well-digested meal-so noble-minded, so kindly-hearted

is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think, unless our stomach wills so. It dictates to us our emotions, our passions. After eggs and bacon, it says, "Work!" After beefsteak and porter, it says, "Sleep!" After a cup of tea (two spoonsful for each cup, and don't let it stand more than three minutes), it says to the

Reach not after morality and righteousness, my friends; watch vigilantly your stomach, and diet it with care and judgment

Now, rise, and show your strength. Be eloquent, and deep, and tender; see, with a clear eye, into Nature and into life; spread your white wings of quivering thought, and soar, a god-like spirit, over the whirling world beneath you, up through long lanes of flaming stars to the gates of eternity

We are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach